The Lady in the Rocker
She sits, waiting,
as time slowly
passes.
The rocker creaks,
gently, dreaming,
day’s consumed.
Night falls
unaware is she
childhood days
flowers g*y
Mother, warm,
loving…
Sleep…restful
sleep.
Day rises,
then is gone.
Twice the same
before they came.
Found her there,
smiling…
but no longer
there.
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